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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:06:11 GMT
"They're terrible." Theros makes a face. Well now he has to try it. He takes a small bite and is pleasantly surprised that it doesn't taste like what it looks like, but isn't terribly fond of it, and sets it down. Lan pouts. "Awww..." |
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 17:09:52 GMT
He takes the chocolate, staring at it warily, and looks up at Lan. "It's weird. Why is it all brown like... It looks gross. Oh yes, also, nice to meet you, we never got introduced." He giggles. "We introduced ourselves, silly. At the docks remember?" He looks away shyly. "But You should try it. And it's brown because the bean it's made from is brown." (In fact, while Fletcher is aware of Lan's presence and interacted with him at the dock, names were never exchanged, and while it's quite possible that Lan has heard Fletcher's name spoken, Fletcher has not heard Lan's very much, and failed to connect the name to the face.) "...No, I don't know your name. Thank you for the cloak at the dock, though. And it's made from beans? Weird." |
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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:12:09 GMT
He giggles. "We introduced ourselves, silly. At the docks remember?" He looks away shyly. "But You should try it. And it's brown because the bean it's made from is brown." (In fact, while Fletcher is aware of Lan's presence and interacted with him at the dock, names were never exchanged, and while it's quite possible that Lan has heard Fletcher's name spoken, Fletcher has not heard Lan's very much, and failed to connect the name to the face.) "...No, I don't know your name. Thank you for the cloak at the dock, though. And it's made from beans? Weird." "Oh..." He turns red. "I... I apologize. I'm Lan." |
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 28, 2015 17:12:52 GMT
He giggles. "We introduced ourselves, silly. At the docks remember?" He looks away shyly. "But You should try it. And it's brown because the bean it's made from is brown." (In fact, while Fletcher is aware of Lan's presence and interacted with him at the dock, names were never exchanged, and while it's quite possible that Lan has heard Fletcher's name spoken, Fletcher has not heard Lan's very much, and failed to connect the name to the face.) "...No, I don't know your name. Thank you for the cloak at the dock, though. And it's made from beans? Weird." A sweet made from a bean? I gotta try this!" She takes a large bite and behind to chew. Her eyes widen in delight. "It's so GOOD!" |
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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:20:20 GMT
(In fact, while Fletcher is aware of Lan's presence and interacted with him at the dock, names were never exchanged, and while it's quite possible that Lan has heard Fletcher's name spoken, Fletcher has not heard Lan's very much, and failed to connect the name to the face.) "...No, I don't know your name. Thank you for the cloak at the dock, though. And it's made from beans? Weird." A sweet made from a bean? I gotta try this!" She takes a large bite and behind to chew. Her eyes widen in delight. "It's so GOOD!" "Good right?" He smiles, not looking so embarrassed |
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 17:22:13 GMT
(In fact, while Fletcher is aware of Lan's presence and interacted with him at the dock, names were never exchanged, and while it's quite possible that Lan has heard Fletcher's name spoken, Fletcher has not heard Lan's very much, and failed to connect the name to the face.) "...No, I don't know your name. Thank you for the cloak at the dock, though. And it's made from beans? Weird." "Oh..." He turns red. "I... I apologize. I'm Lan." Fletcher grins. "No problem. I'm Fletcher, but I guess you know that. Nice to meet you Lan." He turns to Theros. "Oh yeah, I didn't answer you, I tried to hit the rock with my club but it just dented the spike," he says, annoyance flashing over his face, "so I wrapped it up in the cloak and hit it against a bigger rock. After a while it smashed." |
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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:24:04 GMT
"Oh..." He turns red. "I... I apologize. I'm Lan." Fletcher grins. "No problem. I'm Fletcher, but I guess you know that. Nice to meet you Lan." He turns to Theros. "Oh yeah, I didn't answer you, I tried to hit the rock with my club but it just dented the spike," he says, annoyance flashing over his face, "so I wrapped it up in the cloak and hit it against a bigger rock. After a while it smashed." His eyes snap back to him. "You did that? You must be really strong." |
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Post by theros on Jul 28, 2015 17:24:53 GMT
"Oh..." He turns red. "I... I apologize. I'm Lan." Fletcher grins. "No problem. I'm Fletcher, but I guess you know that. Nice to meet you Lan." He turns to Theros. "Oh yeah, I didn't answer you, I tried to hit the rock with my club but it just dented the spike," he says, annoyance flashing over his face, "so I wrapped it up in the cloak and hit it against a bigger rock. After a while it smashed." Theros' eyes get big. "Wow. ... You didn't have to use magic either." |
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 17:29:48 GMT
Fletcher grins. "No problem. I'm Fletcher, but I guess you know that. Nice to meet you Lan." He turns to Theros. "Oh yeah, I didn't answer you, I tried to hit the rock with my club but it just dented the spike," he says, annoyance flashing over his face, "so I wrapped it up in the cloak and hit it against a bigger rock. After a while it smashed." His eyes snap back to him. "You did that? You must be really strong." "I spend all day whacking metal with a hammer. I hope I'm strong." He looks over at Theros, frowning. "No... it's weird, isn't it?" |
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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:30:51 GMT
His eyes snap back to him. "You did that? You must be really strong." "I spend all day whacking metal with a hammer. I hope I'm strong." He looks over at Theros, frowning. "No... it's weird, isn't it?" Lan looks to be in awe. |
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 17:33:40 GMT
"I spend all day whacking metal with a hammer. I hope I'm strong." He looks over at Theros, frowning. "No... it's weird, isn't it?" Lan looks to be in awe. "I bet you're strong, too. What's your trade?" |
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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:37:02 GMT
"I bet you're strong, too. What's your trade?" "I-" He lets out a giggle and looks embarrassed. "I'm really not that strong. I'm more of a scholar than anything." |
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 17:40:53 GMT
"I bet you're strong, too. What's your trade?" "I-" He lets out a giggle and looks embarrassed. "I'm really not that strong. I'm more of a scholar than anything." "But... you're not old. Why are you a scholar?" |
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Post by Lan on Jul 28, 2015 17:42:16 GMT
"I-" He lets out a giggle and looks embarrassed. "I'm really not that strong. I'm more of a scholar than anything." "But... you're not old. Why are you a scholar?" "I suppose I'm not a true one yet, but I prefer learning than focusing on brute strength." |
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 17:44:50 GMT
"But... you're not old. Why are you a scholar?" "I suppose I'm not a true one yet, but I prefer learning than focusing on brute strength." Fletcher looks a little insulted at the implication that his work is brutish. "I learn a lot of things. I can make rings, spoons, nails, horseshoes, all kinds of stuff. Don't you make things?" He glances over at the table again, the large bowl of red liquid intriguing him. |
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